Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
Molasses Creek 10/23/2006 — Cape Hatteras National Seashore, Outer Banks, Ocracoke Island, North Carolina
Our mind is a wonderful assist in figuring out how to do what needs to be done. But, knowing what needs to be done, when, where and how, is another matter.
Our intuition and imagination are better at "reading the signs," at "feeling the call," at knowing what "catches our eye" and tells us to "dig here now," etc.
One time is not just as good as another, and our spontaneous response to the time that is at hand, might be better than saying, "Next Monday at 3PM."
"The Spirit is like the wind, that blows where it will."
And "It takes the spirit of the prophets to understand the prophets."
There is knowing what time it is and there is knowing what it is time for.
And we cannot think our way onto the Way. We feel our way there-- knowing when we are on the beam and when we are off the beam, wandering in the wilderness of our own making.
I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing.
I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.
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